The Ex-Machina on a Dimensional Journey

Just as Mordred stared blankly at Mashu's released Noble Phantasm, the overwhelming barrage of spikes crashed head-on into the magical barrier.

The sound of spikes shattering around Mordred rose one after another, yet no one rejoiced at Mashu having blocked the attack.

Because the shattered spikes, and the fragments flying through the air, meant that even more spikes would be created.

Yet what everyone feared did not happen.

The debris flying through the air simply fell to the ground like ordinary objects, no longer showing any movement until the "rain" ceased.

Mordred was no longer as aggressive as before. Though she did not lower her guard, she did not attack again either, because during that brief clash, she had noticed a few clues.

"You're not 'him/her.'"

She declared it with certainty, her emerald eyes beneath her helmet fixed tightly on "Xiu Er," trying to spot the difference.

She had no conclusive evidence, but relying on her astonishing intuition, she was utterly certain of her judgment.

A light breeze quietly swept through the area, lifting Xiu Er's robes slightly. The black-robed figure remained unmoved by Mordred's statement, but the other three were all puzzled by her words.

Shishigou said nothing. Neither did the others, because only Mordred had truly fought the person she was referring to.

Whether this was really that person or not, only Mordred could judge.

Though Mordred herself was only relying on intuition, without any actual evidence.

Was that why she had not continued fighting?

No. While she could determine that the other party was not the person from before, she could be certain that they belonged to the same group. Naturally, Mordred had no intention of letting them go.

It was only because of the difference in strength, and because her Master and the other two were